Thursday, December 12, 2013

A Lady of the Dead only comes along once in a century. Gwen knows this makes her valuable but she hates the constant supervision of her Warrior guards. Her increasing power has gifted her some independence until rumors of war spook her guards enough to report to the King

Cesar has been King of North America through several wars and rebellions. When one of his generals informs him these new rumors involve the Lady of the Dead he flies to Seattle himself it investigate, posing as his second-in-command. The instant attraction he feels to Gwen becomes increasingly hard to ignore.

Will Cesar be able to protect Gwen while battling his lust? Will Gwen stay with her warrior guards or will Cesar’s dominating nature push her to switch sides? Hidden alliances begin to surface in Lady of the Dead.

MB's INTERVIEW

Thank you, Gretchen S.B.

From the excerpt I read, I expect some humor in Lady of the Dead, at least some sarcasm. What do you think about humor in paranormal romance/action books?

I like humor in romance books. I like humor in books that have tense scenes. One of my favorite authors, Simon R. Green, I feel does this seamlessly. He adds a random and bizarre humor to paranormal mysteries that I haven't ever seen before. Though I knew there would not be as much humor in a paranormal romance I wanted there to be some because at their heart I see romances as warm, happy books and I feel humor adds to that.

There is an ideal proportion between romance, paranormal and action in a paranormal romance story? What is the most important ingredient of this genre?

I agree. I enjoy baking and I see writing stories as a similar process. You have to balance out the sugar and spice to make sure you end up with the perfect cookies, instead of a blobby mess. As for the most important ingredient, I think it depends on the story. Every story will need a different measurement to make it just right. That being said I do believe it is important that the actions of your characters are believable, otherwise everything else you do will just fall apart.

What kind of heroine is Gwen, damsel in distress or kick ass heroine? Why this choice?

She is probably a bit of both, which frustrates her. Gwen really wants to be independent and not have to go to others for help but her powers just are not strong enough yet for that to come true. In her heart she can hold her own with the men who guard her. In reality she still has a lot to learn before she could save herself from trouble.

You have a BA in History and one in Philosophy. Does the vast knowledge in these areas help you in your writing?

I wouldn't say my knowledge is vast. As one of my Grandmothers put it 'A degree only shows you how little you actually know.' I think the interest that prompted me to get those degrees helps me in my writing. It sort of opens the door to me seeing what else is out there which prompts more ideas for my own stories. Sometimes I will be trying to work out a character's backstory and remember something I heard in a class. I will then research it and find what I need to mold the backstory.

I found this on your site: „Mostly she hopes you enjoy reading she stories as much as she enjoyed writing them”, so I must ask you: how much did you enjoyed writing Lady of the Dead (with full details, please)

I had so much fun writing Lady of the dead for several reasons.

· There were so many characters I like that live in the Night World.

· This is the second story I wrote all the way to completion

· I was handing weekly progress to my first Beta reader, so I was getting instant feedback on what worked and what didn't

· I just love writing and I have a published work is surreal for me.

· I loved that I could interject humor into the story (the story I wrote before Lady of the Dead has far less humor)

· It was so fun to write as a whole, I finished it in about seven months because it was hard for me to put it down and write something else.

“The
Night World stole me from reality. No, a better way to put it is that the Night
World weaned me from the normalcy of what most people would consider the real
world,” Gwen began by way of explanation.

“That’s
an interesting and very selective memory of events you have there,” Viking
said, raising a blond eyebrow at her. “In fact, that is not how I remember it
at all.”

Gwen
glared. “Storebror, are you going to let me tell my story or are you going to
be a nuisance?”

Viking
smiled but before he could say anything he was interrupted by Raider, his
second-in-command.

“Viking,
the boy asked her about her past, let her tell it her own way so we can get on
with the game. You know how the new guards become so enamored with our Lady of
the Dead. Let the boy get it out of his system.” He laid his cards on the
table, folded his arms and nodded at Gwen to continue.

Gwen
rolled her eyes. She hated that title and Raider knew it. She had tried
desperately over the years to convince the Warriors sent to guard her to call
her by her name instead of the title, that really creeped her out. Gwen did not
just talk to the dead, but to the entire Spirit World. She wanted to meet who
ever had come up with that title and kick him in the balls.

Sighing,
Gwen turned to Kegan, one of the new men sent to guard her. The fact that he
still used his birth name told Gwen that he was less than two centuries old.
When Warriors became older, they tended to make up their own names, like Viking
and Raider.

“Anyway,
I was seven and once again helped out of the house by my Fairy friends…”

Kegan
waved a hand. “Fairy friends? There’s no such thing as Fairies.”

Gwen
glared at him until he looked away. Yeah, he was definitely young. Older
Warriors would not give in that easily. Gwen looked at Raider.

“What
is it with you men and interrupting?”

Raider
grinned at her. She had known him since she was seventeen, ten years now. Gwen
had harbored a minor crush on him when they first met, but had found out what
he was in his first life and the feelings had faded. A first life is what
Warriors called their first century; everything after that is considered their
second life. Raider’s first life consisted of raiding tombs in the 1700s. The
young Gwen had been crushed that the gorgeous man before her was not only far
too old for her, but a professional thief as well.

Raider
kept his light brown hair a little shaggy and his sharp jaw clean-shaven. His
broad nose showed signs of a bad break. The break must have occurred very young
because at thirty a Warrior’s body became too strong for scarring like that.

When
Raider did not respond to her, Gwen continued. “A small child is not going to
understand that a being from the Spirit World is not a Fairy. My Fairy friends
and I went to play down by Green River; they knew the paths to take to get all
the way down to the bank. I was playing in the water when some of the Fairies
picked me up and started dunking me.” Gwen did not like the next part. She
still had nightmares. “At first it was fun, but then I was under too long and I
needed air. The Fairies would not let me up to breathe. They were trying to
drown me.”

She
knew her voice was emotionless. Though it had been the first traumatic
experience in her life, it was not the last. The attacks only grew worse as she
aged. When Viking’s hand slid onto her
left arm, Gwen knew he was thinking of those later attacks as well. His one
little gesture calmed her down. She was safe now. Viking always made feel her
safe, even when the odds were against them.

Shaking
her head to clear it, Gwen continued her story. “Suddenly I was up in the air
and huddling against this huge chest. He was yelling at the Fairies, speaking
in a language I didn’t know. Nevertheless, I knew he was there to help me. I
could feel that he was a good guy. He made the Fairies leave and has protected
me ever since.”

*******

When
Gwen finished eating, she closed her eyes, and leaned back in her chair. She
felt every person at that table go on guard. Gwen almost laughed; they were so
protective of her, even when it wasn’t something they could protect against.
Taking deep breaths, Gwen lowered her head and slowly rolled out her power into
the Spirit World around her. She was trying a technique Oracle showed her,
exiting her physical body to reach farther away. Since it was a new skill, Gwen
struggled with it. It had taken four tries this morning to finally get it
right. This time she headed north. She didn’t know the area too well so Gwen
concentrated on the directions she took. The last thing she needed was to get
lost outside her own body, where she couldn’t defend herself.

After
several minutes, Gwen passed over a school playground in a residential area. A
huge shadow creature hunkered down on all fours watched a group of teenagers
who stood on the opposite side of the fence. Gwen could feel the malice
vibrating from the creature. He was strong but bound to the schoolyard. He
seemed to be weaker in the waning sunlight that still illuminated his
surroundings.

Gwen
landed on the far end of the fence, away from the teens but careful to keep the
fence between her and the creature. Once she began hovering near the fence, the
thing slowly turned its head to look at her. Gwen gasped and fear flooded her
system.

Its
head was twice the size of hers and round. Its jaw protruded slightly and when
it smiled evilly at her, she could see every single one of his teeth were razor
sharp. His eyes were narrow and the irises black. The body was bulky and almost
disproportioned. Gwen knew if this thing stood on its hind legs it would be
somewhere around eleven feet tall. She couldn’t stop the fear coursing through
her.

It
moved much faster than Gwen expected it to, crossing the yard in under ten
seconds. He moved like a gorilla, putting weight on his knuckles and swinging
his back legs forward. He didn’t stop until his face was up against the fence.
He straightened slightly so his face and Gwen’s were only feet apart. His
breathing was ragged with excitement. Gwen knew her fear rolled off her and
this creature could feel it, but she stood her ground. She could feel the
spells put on him and the playground. He couldn’t get to her as long as she was
on this side of the fence. But he was still damn scary.

“What
brings the Lady of the Dead to my corner of the world?” His voice was inhumanly
low and high at the same time.

Gwen’s
fear spiked, he knew who she was.

That
voice laughed at her.

It
was one of the scariest things Gwen ever heard, and she automatically
shuddered. “I’m looking for information about some men.”

It
gave her an unblinking stare. “You are not yet strong enough to force answers
from me. I can smell your fear and weakness.” It sat down on its haunches. “I
also smell your determination, and that interests me. I may or may not answer
your questions.”

Gwen
wasn’t quite sure how to take that. This thing was clearly evil, but it might
help her. She knew she needed to tread lightly because without a doubt he had
an ulterior motive.

“There
are three rogue Warriors that may be in the area. They may be trying to start a
war.”

The
thing’s pointed ears twitched and he interrupted her. “What kind of war?”

Gwen
fought to keep her voice steady. She knew the effort was pointless since he
knew she was terrified, but she needed to try for her own sake. “We believe an
all out one in this kingdom.”

Its
breathing slowed and he closed his mouth, staring at her for several beats.
“No, they will fail.”

The
answer was so abrupt Gwen actually blinked. “What?”

It
smiled at her again and Gwen’s fear rose. “The Warriors you speak of, I know of
them. Though they are not stupid enough to try recruiting me, they may have
recruited Basilix, an enemy of mine. He is too strong for them to handle.
Eventually he will eat them, or use them. It is hard to tell with Basilix.
These Warriors you seek have been making alliances will all manner of Night
Worlders. Now run along back to your body, little girl.”

One
giant clawed paw contorted through the chain link fence and slashed across
Gwen’s stomach. She screamed as pain shot through her and the shock from it
broke her concentration, sending her shooting through the Spirit World back to her
body.

The
crash back in was jarring and made her feel like she had been hit by a bus. Her
stomach burned so bad she screamed. She was only dimly aware of a hand over her
mouth. The pain was stealing her consciousness. She barely heard Sivia’s
muffled voice from far away.

“Lucia,
quick, mask her and clean the blood. We need to get her out of here.”

Pain
consumed her and the world appeared to go a dull red. Gwen swore she could hear
that creature’s voice laughing. Then there was silence.

Gretchen happily lives in Seattle, Washington where she spends her time creating new characters and situations to put them in. She also enjoys cheering on her local sports teams, even though it sometimes seems they are allergic to winning.

She has loved reading and telling stories as far back as she, or anyone else, can remember. Currently, she loves to read the same genres she writes. She also loves exploring her home state. At the end of her adventures she unwinds by curling up on the couch, knitting while catching up TV shows.